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I am whiped out. It has been one of those days. I have been sick and have been at home the last two days sleeping. Today I went back to work and even worked through lunch. And now I am ready for a nap. I could sleep just about anywhere.But I can’t take one because I have to go work at my part time job in 30 minutes. Doesn’t it always happen that the days you want a nap the most you don’t get one? And the days where you don’t want to take a nap are the days where you have time for a nap. So today, if you have time, take a nap for me, and know that I am jealous. Happy Napping 🙂

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Like most other working people, I hate mondays. Especially the Monday after daylight savings, spring fowards, Sunday. This morning I thought it was 2am when my alarm went off because it was pitch black outside. It probably didn’t help that I didn’t sleep well. Adam got strep this weekend, and I am feeling sick again and I am afraid that I got it again. And since I haven’t been sleeping well, I’m suspecting that my body just doesn’t have the chance to get better. What a drag. I’m still feeling pretty sick and I might have to go back to the doctor. Joy.

Was your monday as rough as mine?

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It was my sophomore year of high school. Over Christmas break, the marching band went down to Florida to go to Disney. We marched and played in the New Year’s parade and did all kinds of fun things. The trip had been awesome.

After we performed in the parade we got to spend the rest of the day at Disney. After the first fireworks of the new year, we all piled onto our buses and started the long trip back to Illinois. After the full week we had, we were exhausted. We woke up when the bus stopped somewhere in Georgia for us to get some breakfast.

We piled out of the buses and formed a very long line inside a McDonalds. We were all tired and hungry, me especially because I don’t sleep very well in a car. I got up to the register and ordered a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit meal. The employee told me the price, and I handed her a $10 bill that I had gotten as change in the park. She took it, looked at it, looked at me, and then walked to the back. When she came back she told me that the $10 bill was counterfeit. I said okay. She said she would have to keep it and give it to the police. Again, I said okay. So then I paid again and stood to the side waiting for my food.

The employee kept staring at me as 20 students ordered and got their food, and I was still waiting. I was wondering why I hadn’t gotten my food. And the employee just kept staring at me.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see two policeman enter into the McDonalds. One was short and round the other super tall and huge, very intimidating. They walked up to the counter, and the next thing I knew, the employee was pointing at me and saying, “She’s the counterfeiter! She admitted it!”

What?!!

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes she did. I told her it was counterfeit and she said okay!”

“What was I supposed to say?”

At this point the policeman came over to me and said, “Can you come over here, we need to ask you some questions.” Well I couldn’t really say no…

So they pulled me off to the side and my band director and a few concerned band parents came along with me. So we were talking, and I was answering their questions, and my band director and I tried to explain to them that we had been at Disney and that’s where I had gotten that change from and I didn’t know it was counterfeit. At one point a very rambunctious band dad said to the policeman, “You can’t do anything to this girl, she didn’t do anything wrong.” And then the policeman said, “Sir, we can do whatever we want. I can talk this girl to jail if I thought it was necessary.”

WHAT?!!! Hold up band dad—stop talking! Jail?! Woah-woah-woah.

Soon we had the whole problem worked out and the police decided that I wasn’t a criminal. As soon as the police left I broke down and cried. I had been so scared. I don’t know how I had held it together for that long. One very nice band mom asked if I had ever gotten my food and I said no, and that I had even paid for it twice. She went up to the counter and demanded to know why no one had given me my food and they said because they were afraid that once I got my food I would get away. So I finally had some food, but I was not very hungry at this point. It took me a while to calm down, but I was finally able to.

I was afraid to use the money in my wallet for the rest of the trip home.